the other day i was walking from my car to my apartment with a few bags of groceries, leftover pho, a library book, my mug, and a dead phone. and i thought there was nothing that described my life more than this. everything is a metaphor. we think we live in this literal world, but it’s so vague. we can only assign so many definitions. there are so many blurry lines and gray areas. i like to live in those places.

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